Leon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
A shadowlike pair fraternal twins on the western bank of the Sugar River one white, one seemingly gray in the ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a ...
He didn't die in the whirlpool by the mill where he had fallen in after a wild chase by all ...
Roads not yet glistening, rain slight, Broken clouds darken after thinning away. Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken. And beyond ...
He is said to have been the last Red man In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed-- ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a ...
Life, and Death, and Giants -- Such as These -- are still -- Minor -- Apparatus -- Hopper of the ...
It's thoughts -- and just One Heart -- And Old Sunshine -- about -- Make frugal -- Ones -- Content ...
Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? ...
Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- 'Tis many a tiny Mill Turns unperceived beneath our feet And ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since then ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
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